“That you spend one night a week in my bed—untouched, of course.” He waited for the fireworks, and he was not disappointed.
“Your bed? Why you—”
“Listen to me. I know you believe me to be cold and aloof, and perhaps someday I can change your mind on that matter. You also believe me to be a rogue, a charge I can hardly deny. But you are right about this—our arrangement must be strictly professional. What you must know is that this requires trust, more than you may realize. Passions intensify in combat. The heart quickens and the mind races. You fear the worst, and that fear can wind its way into your very blood. Rather than learn you will only react, the way a rabbit reacts to the sound of a broken twig. A rabbit is prey; it hears a threat. A fox hears the snapping of a twig and considers
